Film Is a Glimpse of What Used to Be – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Nine

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A local church sign. 

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Local art at a transit center. 

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A passenger’s view.

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I’m sure all you locals know this guy (;

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Reflections.

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And a quick last one of my favorite person with my favorite expression of his. (:

 

I. Love. Film.

 

Au revoir,

Gigi

Polaroid (Love) – Post Six-Hundred-Twenty-Five

So, for a few weeks (okay, maybe a month or two..) I’ve been fretting about the announcement of Picnik’s closure. I use Picnik as my editing software for all of my photos (sheepish grin..) so for them to be closing down, especially when I don’t have the money for Paint Shop Pro or the patience to attempt to use Gimp again or the RAM capacity on my little friend here (big breath), it was a bit disconcerting for awhile.
Today I took the time to look into other programs. Much to my chagrin, I found none. Upon discovering that I was most likely doomed, I searched for the reasons as to why Google is shutting down Picnik. There has to be a logical reason, right? Yes, that is right!
I found that they’re shutting them down so they can use (most) of the wondrous settings of Picnik to bring people to Google +. I know that sounds really sharky (if that even makes sense,) but I think it’s a smart business move, and I’m not going to complain when most of the tools I use are still available to me.

So, fellow Picnik lovers, do not fear! Most of their awesome features (even a lot of their premium ones) are on Google +! They could also still be adding, seeing how it’s only March 16th, and they have until April 19th.

I must add, though, that I dearly love their new Polaroid feature..

Au revoir,

Gigi 

A Petal’s Rose – Post Six-Hundred-Seven

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I sometimes wonder if you ever believed in us.
I often ponder why I ever did.
Like a petal’s rose, we took on the impossible,
Thinking we could complete another being with a swift touch.
A foolish thought, a tender folly
How vain to believe you could become whole from my love.
Narcissistic betrayal of my own soul;
My eyes only now see my arrogant wisdom.

 

Au revoir,

Gigi 

We Wish You a Happy Christmas – Post Six-Hundred-Four

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Oh, dears. It’s been 9 days since my last post. I’m a terrible blogger. Things have been so busy, but I’m in love with every moment of it.
First off, my mum came to visit last week to help take care of my sick aunt. My mum is such a beautiful person. She worked so hard to get things done to make it easier for not only my aunt, but also my grandparents who have been working incessantly to help my aunt with everything going on.

Secondly, Christmas shopping has been a blast of positively joyous moments and hair-pulling screamers. Money is tight, but it’s our (and my) first Christmas where we can buy loved ones gifts, so we’ve done our best with what we have. Isn’t that what my Carrie taught me? (:
I have my first Christmas tree, too. It’s a beautiful white one, with red and gold ornaments. T and I went shopping for presents and decided to surprise Chris (who was sick) with a little Christmas tree. We saved the best part just for him. (:

Everything has been so wonderful, stressful, and amazing. I’ve been helping out at a medical staffing agency by doing a working interview. So far, so wonderful. I really enjoy it, and the people I’ve been working with. I worked last Thursday and Friday, and they’ve asked me to come back for the whole of this week. My fingers are crossed and prayers are whispered that this is the one. It seems too perfect not to be.

Along with all this wondrous news: I believe the best moment of this week thus far is when Chris surprised me with coffee and lunch today. We haven’t had any money for anything extra lately, so when we had a few dollars extra, he treated me to a peppermint mocha from Starbucks. (: I love the little things. They mean the most.

Au revoir,

Gigi

This is Bliss – Post Five-Hundred-Ninety-Eight

Intrinsic charm,
Intensive hope,
The colors of change,
The sweet sound of longing,
Where shadows grow longer,
And lovers come closer,
This is bliss, my dear.

Such a rare feat,
Such beauty, uncommon and fleeting.
Don’t blink, I beg of you,& breathe.

Breathe little darling,
Make it count this time.

I want to feel the sound of your life. 

Au revoir,

Gigi

Oh, Love (It Must Be) – Post Five-Hundred-Ninety-Five

Oh, love.

I won’t be posting anything on the blog for the next 2 days, for it is our anniversary, and he’s got some special things planned. (:
I shall definitely be taking photos.
Also, on Friday, I may be going to the Portland Japanese Garden.
Let’s hope they allow photos to be taken.. (:
Fingers crossed.

Have a lovely next couple of days, darlings.

Au revoir,

Gigi

P.S. This is a photo I took at another time. Enjoy (:

Ghosts – Post Five-Hundred-Ninety

Woman and Baby with Ghost(s)

I sometimes wonder if the ghosts of yesterday replay. Does each memory, each moment we experience, replay itself ceaselessly? Do we have ghosts of our memories walking down the streets through us, with us? What about the memories from before our time? Does time ever truly pass, or are we just a motion, memory, moment replaying itself, ignorant to the fact that we really aren’t experiencing this for the first time, but for the hundredth. What if this is why we feel that sensation that we’ve been here before, done this before. I’ve seen you smile here, in this moment, this lighting, this room, at this time and particular moment before I reached it. 

How silly my thoughts can be.

Au revoir,

Gigi

P.S. Photo found on flickr.

Autumn’s Warmth; Contrast – Post Five-Hundred-Sixty-Nine

Autumn’s haze, dusting the affection
Affection’s adulation, a contradictory irony.
Contrast our warmth with their crisp frequency
A sweet, tender touch to the cheek
A tear which consists of the best wishes for you.

Au revoir,

Gigi